Hey all, we got another chapter for you, and a rather...interesting...review as well

Chapter one reviews:

-Woe is Me

-this story sucks on ice with leather skates on!

-I hate you, and I hate this story, get a life, and take a course in English literature

-So, please, do not torment us with your awful tasteless stories again.

-Good day you ugly dimwitted insignificant speck.

-Learn to write.

-Flames away,

-Woe is Me

-or perhaps i should say,

-WOE IS YOU. :(

Now, this review deserves a whole different kind of response...if you people have no interest in watching me smite Woe is Me, move down now.

Ok, first off, you hate me? You don't know the first thing about me; I bet you would have trouble telling my gender if not for my name. Second, "this story sucks on ice with leather skates on!" what does that even mean? If your going to insult someone, try to sound like your brain has not been replaced with a random word generator. Third, "get a life"? Even is my fic WAS horrible, why would that indicate that I have no life? Forth, this review was set up for the FIRST chapter, which leads me to believe that you did not even READ my fic. Fifth, "take a course in English literature"? I have taken a crash course in that, and I think that my English is a bit better than yours; I've seen your fics. Sixth, "do not torment us with your awful tasteless stories again." No on is asking people to read it, and you should probably read it yourself before you say it, and you are one to talk about tastelessness, your profile shows just how PERFICT you are suppose to be. Tell me, what state did you loan out to hold your ego? Seventh, "Good day you ugly dimwitted insignificant speck" again, you are making conclusions about me you cannot confirm (while talking about how great you are, which WE cannot disprove.) Eighth, Learn to write? If I cannot write, how am I able to give you this verbal b slapping you so richly deserve right now? I know how to write, unlike SOME people. Ninth, "Woe is Me, or perhaps i should say, WOE IS YOU. :("yes, woe is me that I have to listen you your senseless ramblings. Tenth, the only reason you flamed my fic is that you hate my review for your own fic, which was an honest, and frank opinion of your work, no matter how much you don't like it. Eleventh, if you're going to insult me, TELL ME WHY. Seriously, what EXACTLY to you hate about my fic? Just saying that you hate it does nothing. Twelfth, you SAID at the beginning and end of your fic to review, so I did.

Now, you may think I bashed you fic because I am a MLAATR fan, but that has nothing to do with it. If your fic had been properly and tastefully done, I would have loved it, but it was not, and I did not.

Finally, flaming me just for criticizing you, your doing nothing but starting shit.

Let me give you a word of warning kid: don't cross me, because I don't start shit, but I will finish it.

Got that?

(All the fic characters stare wide-eyed at Vazura)

Jenny: you know Vaz, you can be scary sometimes...

Vazura: yea, I know ;

Shadowy villain we don't know anything about yet: # yea, seriously, that even scared ME! And I'm...#

Vazura: Shut up! Your gonna spoil it!

Chapter four reviews:

-La miseria y la muerte

-Arrgh... you got a flame.

-Don't worry, everyone gets them. Wanna see one of mine? '...THAT WAS HORIBLE!! IT SUCKED!! YOU ASS WIPE!! YOU GIVE INVADER ZIM FICS A BAD NAME! (' Ahem, yes. That's an old flame... my first story. But I moved forward. We all must move forward.

-That flamer "Woe is me" is obviously just one of those critics that take into the role of shouting "YOU SUCK!" endlessly. There is no actual logic behind his/her's thinking process, so don't listen to them.

-Anyway, excellent job on this chapter. Teh suspense Oo

-You're doing a fairly good job staying in character... though you might want to give it some thought. Either way you have a nice plot developing here.

-"One more thing: CoyoteLoon AND La miseria y la muerte reviewed my fic! Insert hi-pitched girly scream here passes out" P

You are correct in your assumptions, there is no actual logic behind her thinking process, but that doesn't mean I'm not gonna respond :) (See above)

Your reviewer sounds like the type who just likes to do that stuff, where as mine is the type who is holding a grudge. She is probably gonna go ballistic when she sees what I wrote to her, if she ever reads it.

Anyway, glad you like my fic, especially my first one, which I'm just making as I go along. Hard to believe it's going so well, I thought it would have bombed by now.

Heh, and that whole girly scream thing, just for show, although I do love the fact that both of you liked it. (Now if only Queenbean3 would review, all my fic dreams would have come true)

Alternate Jenny: hold on, just for show? Vaz, you were out for over an hour!

Vazura: was not! Stop making things up!

Alternate Jenny: and they should believe a weirdo like you...WHY?

Vazura: you know you're in trouble when your own imaginary characters not only talk to you, but start insulting you too --;

Note to future reviewers: if you had something to say about a specific chapter, try to put it in your review of that chapter, or the most recent chapter, and don't be afraid to ask questions, I will answer them. Finally, don't worry about leaving stupid reviews, as you can see, I answer ALL reviews.

Jenny stared back at Brad, hardly believing what she just herd. "What? What kind of nightmares?"

Brad raised an eyebrow, curious about jenny's sudden interest in this, he cleared his throat and said "well, last night about half of the kids in school had nightmares that woke them all up screaming, it's really strange."

Jenny's mind was racing furiously, if lots of kids were having this problem, then there may be more to all this then she thought. She pressed further "what kind of dreams did they have?"

Brad sighed, he had thought Jenny was over her interest in dreams after the dream chip incident, but apparently he was mistaken. "Well, a lot seemed to involve an apocalyptic landscape, a sort of nightmare world. A lot of kids are gonna need therapy after this. We're actually talking about what it means. My vote is on bad cafeteria food, it was..." he paused and shuttered "...ketchup and rice day yesterday"

Jenny had never truly eaten in her life, and that still sounded gross to her. Brad looked like he was going to puke at the mere mention of it "I will NEVER forget to bring a bag lunch again...seriously, you should be happy about being a robot, there are some things mankind just was not meant to eat"

Jenny laughed at this, but then a thought struck her, and she looked all serious suddenly.

'If these dreams were caused by cafeteria food, then how did I have them?"

Jenny decided to let Brad know. "Brad? I had a similar dream!"

"What? Jen, that can't be right, you can't have eaten any of...that stuff" he gagged just thinking about it.

Jenny sighed, and said "Brad, that's just it, I did not eat that stuff, I can't have, but I still had the nightmare, and according to my mom, that's impossible!"

Brad blinked "so, you think that there is something more to this?"

Jenny nodded "I know there is, Brad"

The bus was just driving into school, when a tremendous explosion ripped through a nearby building.

...

Meanwhile

Mrs. Wakeman headed back to work, the modern invention show she had been watching had helped a lot, and she felt fully refreshed.

"Now, where was I?"

She sat at the console, brushing off a bug on the drive without a second thought, and looked over the data.

After another few minutes, she was back to being frustrated. "Oh, it still boggles the mind, what could this mean?"

Then she felt as if inspiration had struck her.

"Unless, this is suppose to confuse me, so if I look at this data over here..."

She typed away eagerly, feeling like she was almost there, when she suddenly stopped.

"This...this data cannot be right, but it has to be...my god"

She sat up, typed a bit, and her finger hovered over the enter button. Her whole body went tense "this last check should confirm my theories" taking a deep breath, she hit enter.

...

Meanwhile

The whole class gaped as the empty office near the school erupted into flames. All save Jenny, who raced out the school bus door and headed for the scene. One could now make out a series of figures apparently fighting each other in the smoke.

Jenny stepped forward to get a better view, straining through the smoke, she saw...

"What the heck is going on?" she exclaimed

Before her stood four titanic figures. They each were black and red, with a vaguely human figure, but WAY to broad. They each had four arms, with a laser mounted on each one. Their heads consisted of a bucket shape with a single red visor the only distinguishable feature.

This was not the source of the shock, however. The three figures that stood against them were. One looked like the Silver Shell, but he had large blades coming out of his shoulders, wrists, and elbows. He also looked more battle ridden, like he had taken more damage over the coarse of time. His face had lost its confident look, to be replaced a look of cold fury. Finally, he was armed with a large laser on his right arm, which Jenny had never seen before.

The second figure was human; he wore a black suit of undistinguishable fabric, which seemed to just be there to cover up the parts of him that were not encased in a bronze colored cybernetic armor. His arms were encased in huge metal gloves that went up to his elbows. His upper torso, legs up to the knees, and head were also encased in similar design. He also wore a pair of what looked like metal shorts, with an interesting belt on it with all sorts of devices. Finally, his helmet covered most of his head, but his face, as when as a few strands of black hare were visible in front, although the red shaded visor he wore made it hard to tell his hairs color. He looked to be about Brad's age, maybe a little younger, and he wore a look of determination as he stared down his opponents. His back had what looked like a jetpack on it.

The last of them was..."XJ-6?" Jenny said, now very confused. It looked just like her sister, from the thin frame to the screen for a face, it was her, although she also looked like she had seen a lot of combat, and a few upgrades, judging by the plasma cannon sticking out of her left arm. She looked at the enemies before her with a neutral expression, like none of this truly mattered anymore.

The sight of what lay before her transfixed Jenny. "This can't be real."

The four-armed robots leveled their weapons, and fired.

Immediately, the three mysterious people scattered, dodging the shots, so that they only struck rubble.

Xj-6 lunged to her left and fired off her plasma cannon, which promptly took off the head of one of the robots. The robot slumped to the ground.

The silver shell lunged to the right, and then dove forward, firing his cannon at his opponent, who lurched back as it struck him. This was all the time the shell needed; he quickly dove forward and slashed his opponent in two with his wrist blades. The top half of the robot slid off the bottom, and both were still.

The mysterious boy rocketed into the air, two small lasers coming out of his huge gloves, which he fired rapidly. The two remaining robots fired back, but could not hit him with all the swerving and dodging he was doing. Finally, a miniature missile from the boys underarm fired and blew a hole on one of there torsos.

Just then, the last robot got a lucky shot, and hit the kid's jetpack. After some swerving, he managed to land, but the robot now leveled all four of its weapons at him, and he had nowhere to go.

All this happened in a matter of seconds, and Jenny had not jumped in during that time because she was too shocked by the whole situation, and was unsure what side to join. But as she saw that kid in danger, she knew what she had to do.

Jenny whipped out her ion cannon and with one blow, reduced the last robot to rubble. After that, she rushed forward to the boy, and looked down at him, he had an expression of bewilderment and shock on his face.

"Are you ok?" she said

Just then, she heard the humm of a plasma cannon being charged right behind her.

"Don't move, traitor!"

...

Meanwhile

Mrs. Wakeman hit the enter key, and watched as the loading bar appeared on her screen, but suddenly, something went wrong.

The image got blurry, and faded away, to be replaced with the image of some sort of mechanical construct. It was hideous to behold.

#Well, I see that even in this world, you continue to annoy me, Wakeman. Can't keep that big nose of yours out of my business? Well, I'll just have to deal with that, now wont I?#

Just then, Mrs. Wakeman heard a sound behind her. She spun around just in time to see what looked like XJ-9 strike her with a tazer-like device.

She screamed and struggled, but it was no use. In a matter of moments, Mrs. Wakeman slumped to the floor, completely knocked out.

XJ-9 looked down at her, and smirked at the sight of her limp body. After a moment, she picked her up, hoisted her over her shoulder, and with a ripple in the air, that seemed to tear at the very fabric of the universe, disappeared.

The image on the screen smiled, stated simply #and so it begins#, and then faded, leaving only the blank computer screen, all recent files having been deleted.

To be continued...

Wow, the review response section was almost as long as the actual fic...gotta watch out for that.

Anyway, the story is starting to pick up, so I hope your ready, because it's going to be a wild ride!

Please send me a review telling me what you think, I need the encouragement. (Unless it's Woe is Me, then I prefer it if you don't review)